Eminem ’99 Tim Westwood Freestyle

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[Intro]
Blastin’ off(Aw yeah!)
Yo, I’m sayin’ though, you understand what’s going on London?

[Pre-Performance Ad-Libs]
One two, one two
One two, one two, one two
Y’all done started something that you can’t undo
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Eminem]
I’m up in the spot with Tim Westwood
You wanna step to this? You better use your best foot
Flawless freestyles I drop right off the top
Take a bottle of beer and bite off the top
Right of the block, straight to your neighbourhood
The flavor’s good in London and I’ma stay for good
Yo, check it out, it’s Slim Shady
I rip the radio right off of the S baby
Y’all can’t see me ’cause y’all don’t wanna even be it
Y’all don’t understand these freestyles when I MC it
Original bad boy on the case, cover your face
Came in the place, blowed and sprayed Puffy with mace
I lace the weed with insect repellent, better check the smelly
Eminem starts with E, better check the spellin’
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an aspirin capsule trapped on my Adam’s apple
Somebody dropped me on my head and I’m for sure
That my mother did it, but the bitch won’t admit it was her
I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was 6 months
And said I’m ready now bitch, ain’t you feeling these kicks, cunt?
The world ain’t ready for me yet, I can tell
I’ll probably have a cell next to the furnace in hell
I’m sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs
And I’m hotter than my dick is, when I piss and it burns
I kick you in the tummy until you’re sick to your stomach
And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
Hit you in the head with a brick till you plummet
If y’all don’t like me you can suck my dick till you numb it
And all the gibberish you were spittin’, you need to kill it
'Cause your style is like dying in my sleep, I don’t feel it
And any MC that try to step to this I’ll throw you right off of the roof
Ayo, bust it Proof!

[Verse 2: Proof]
One of a kind and I come with the time
Having fun with the rhyme until I’m done with your mind
Listen, now every MC got a story
Well mine is me and my story is an >❓❓< before me I'm sorry >❓❓< the style to be proved Ayo since Big Daddy Kane fell off they don't know how to be smooth Yo, I seen a fat rodent walk in with Paul Rosen With a gat in holding, talking 'bout he DeShaun Holton It's the same thing, we bust when it come through With Tim Westwood, your best foot forward Can't do that, here it is, put your good foot We mack y'all, like y'all was some hoes on Wood wood No time for that, flatbacks when you rap, counterattack With a battle axe, you collapse from them whack raps You try to spit to me, I make you all know I'm a genius A >❓❓< Come back holding my―yo, no need to cuss, bust (penis!) Yo we can't say that keep it the cleanest, the meanest Slim Shady, next thing it was my fault Y'all caught outlined in chalk, incredible as the Hulk While I settle for >❓❓❓❓< cause I smoke you Plus I provoke you and then I bust Freestyles y'all can't trust, I'm like Canibus I bust, can I bust? No you can't Well yes I can cause I'm Slim Shady and I'm the man [Verse 10: Proof] We flex styles like a bicep I found out where Canibus money went I borrowed a dollar from Wyclef Rhyme deaf MC's need to try this You can't get with this, make you one of my Plus that, we bust back, yo F that Rap that, step up and get flat And it's time for y'all to hear what this year's around Detroit been quiet long enough Yo Slim, I need you to back me up My freestyles ain't connecting They better start respecting [Verse 11: Eminem] Well I'ma check then with dirty needles It's two of us but we're not the Beatles Cause there was three of them, and I am seeing them But yall ain't seeing Em even if I was driving in the BM in the PM With the top up and the top down, don't matter cause I rock now Yo y'all can hear the Glock sound, 2Pac now Yo that's what I am when I bust, this lyrical image Y'all can't just betray the scrimmage That I be killing when I be busting and I'm crushing Any MC leave em with no freaking discussion [Verse 12: Proof] Run up in your house then I shot your wife Ayo Em, hold these Tylenol 3's while I rock the mic [Verse 13: Eminem] Weed lacer, ninty-seven burgundy blazer Wanted for burgulary, had to ditch the mercury Tracer I'm on some loc shit, some fed up with this being broke shit I'm not to joke with, yo I don't sell crack, I smoke it [Break] Aight? Blastin' off, aight? We blastin' off right now, London! Tim Westwood baby, you don't understand right now! We bombing the whole land on some Vietnam shit yo! Where we >❓❓< yo! [Verse 14: Eminem] Hand me an .8, beam me up and land me in space I'ma sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e I'm more than ill, scarier than a white person Trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill, human horror film But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me Cause I'ma still be Madd Rapper, whether I got money or not As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot I'll be in a canoe paddling, makin fun of your yacht But I would like an award For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source And a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might just end up back-striking a Ford And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for Everybody's pissing me off; even the No Limit Tank Looks like a middle finger sideways flipping me off No duh I'm a great danger to my health Why else would I kill you then jump in the grave and bury myself? You can hate me now [Verse 15: Proof] Need to run for cover Eminem is white but he still my brother Slim Shady, known to go and smoke crack But you and Charli Baltimore got something in common, you both whack How you feel about that? No need to jock 'em You so whack you make Master P sound like Rakim When it's time to bust y'all, when we trust y'all, we dust y'all Who y'all? Break your balls like cue balls I know who you are, you RuPaul Do stall, for those try to fall and try to brawl All y'all get bust up and banged up, framed up How many MC's bring my name up? The same slut said the same thing, it's freestyle No need to rehearse, my verse is universal Curse a flow, crush you like Hershel Walker Allie Sparker, three day sparker highland Parker chalker You MCs can't get darker than the Midwest bracket It's us, me and Emzee Come right there, we feeling flimsy Tipsed up, one time lifetime we ripped up It's bad to the evil, met that, now it's all to say Death rap, fuck hoes, don't even say get blast away, passed away Blasted ass, hey yo, they say we're Aftermath Slim Shady, you heard that, my words black But bust you up because you preferred that To hear me now, preferred that, the surgical snipe Preserved you with life, I'll make you allergic to life You die for this, don't even battle us See us at the―what's that?―Subterreanean We knock your brain in [Outro] Flows are hmm delly-lah like Arabian! (Proof mimicking Arabian speech) Ayo, ayo We don't wanna hear that best white rapper, we be talking 'bout Best rapper Get all that out, you know what I'm sayin' ? No doubt, never Blastin' off Explosions left and right(left and right) This is legendary(Legendary) Legendary!(Remember this show!) This is John Lennon, this is John Lennon, legendary Remember this show History, baby We on some John Lennon Blowin', blowin' We blowin' the spot right now London Where it's war yo! Blowin'! It doesn't even matter Slim Shady, Big Proof Cmon Tim Westwood We blowin' up the spot right now London! London's done, it's gone! What did ya think baby? Thanks for having us Tim No doubt, no doubt, we blowin' up the spot We blastin' off with Tim Westwood now You understand what's going on London? No doubt! Big up New York, big up Paris, big up London Big up Jersey, big up Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, Manhattan Big up Tim Westwood We makin' it happen yo! Tim Westwood, where it's born! Thank you everybody, have a good night's sleep